Do I Even Exist

Pick up the phone

call me, text me

ask me how my day has been

being in limbo with you

between life and death

not knowing where I belong in your world

in the in-between

what am I to you?

You broke my heart before I even gave it to you,

slammed it through the wall and built around it,

trapping you one side and me the other.

You surrounded yourself,

you cut me off, but left a single thread

pulling at it as you wish, like I'm your puppet

I'm in your head when it's convenient for you.

I only exist to you when you want me to,

but you're stuck on repeat in mine like a record stuck spinning.

Left wishing you would call,

you would text

you would remember I exist

Do I exist?

Am I anything to you?

Remind me why I'm here.